I just finished a lovely week of not doing much of anything.
I really needed it. The quiet and calm of doing nothing.
When I returned to work today, I wasn’t filled with a sense of dread about going back to the routine. I embraced the day, in all of its imperfect glory.
I was remarking to a friend today about being plagued with dreams about work for the first few nights of my vacation. It wasn’t until I had my first full night of sleep (and did not dream about work) that I had some insight. I caught hold of it again, that undercurrent of joy, because of a powerful truth.
I am not responsible for solving the problems of this world.
And with that truth was the relief of unloading that burden.
As I began my imperfect day, I remembered that truth and held onto the undercurrent.